It's something I've gone back and forth deciding whether or not to blog about it. I've decided I will. First I'll take a deep breath because it's going to be hard to put down in words. Harder still to put it out in public.
It goes back to my childhood abuse and my (evil) stepfather. I've said before that he started molesting me when I was seven years old. What I have never said to any other living sole except Mr. Skittles is that a few years later he gave me my first orgasm. Not that I wanted it to happen. That's what I'm afraid people will think. My body just.. reacted. How can I live with the shame of this memory?
That's as much as I can run with this tonight.
With their voices soft as thunder
As they turn your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame